You've gotta admire Limbonic Art. They're like Emperor, only more accessible. Not that they're dance-friendly, or anything, unlike some fellow Scandinavians I could care to mention; at the same time, we shouldn't throw them outta the club until we've heard what they have to say.
That's plenty, as it turns out. A coherent blend of thrash, black, symphonic and gothic metal, Limbonic take these genres one step beyond, purifying them down to a fine, silvery essence -- a kind of limbonic art form.
(This is the Dreamtime of the Hesher, the epoch when a mainstream media outlet like Vanity Fair can use the word "adrenalized" in a review without blushing. It is the era of the metalhead, a coming-to-age for all those who only managed high school with heaping platefuls of Dio and Blue Oyster Cult -- that's right, I'm talking to you...put down your Vuarnets, dude, we're the consumer index median now!Indulge while you can!)
Too much Hobbit as kids? Not enough vitamins? More than enough Wagner arias drilled into the brain at critical junctures in development? Whatever their problem, Limbonic Art (and dig, the limbic system stores your physical reactions to experience) transcend earthly limitations. Daemon shrieks and busts the rhymes, Morfeus adds guitar lines, his own shrieks, and digital wizzardry.
Which is simply to underscore the main point here: You cannot go wrong with this album! A party hit from 1999, now available courtesy of a deal struck between Candlelight and Nocturnal Art Productions' own ex-Emp Samoth, Ad Noctum/Dynasty of Death severs the veil between fantasy and nightmare. Don't fight the urge, kids -- we'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.